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In a tall building
The dimly lit office reeked of expensive cigars and cheap cologne. At the highest floor of the building, a short, round man sat on a luxurious leather sofa, lazily swirling a glass of sake in one hand while holding a radio in the other. His beady eyes narrowed in frustration.
His voice dripped with irritation as he pressed down on the radio.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Static crackled before silence followed.
"I didn't hire you guys for charity work… I paid you to kill that old man and those damn ninja brats."
His fingers drummed against the wooden armrest, his impatience growing.
"Hey, Zabuza! Are you listening to me?!"
No response.
His grip on the radio tightened.
"Zabu—"
Crunch!
On the other side, a boat was floating under the bridge.
A broken radio lay shattered beneath Zabuza's foot. The jagged remains of the device sank into the damp wooden planks of the small boat they stood on.
The mist around them thickened, swirling ominously as the Demon of the Hidden Mist looked ahead.
He exhaled slowly, adjusting the massive sword strapped to his back.
"Shall we go… Haku?"
Haku, standing beside him, nodded with a small smile. His dark eyes gleamed with quiet resolve.
"Yes."
Their boat drifted forward, vanishing into the heavy fog, as they set out towards the bridge—towards their battlefield.
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Naruto strolled over to Sasuke, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he clapped his teammate on the back.
"Sasuke, it's time for your debut," He said, his tone laced with amusement.
Sasuke exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he cracked his knuckles. "I've been waiting for this…"
His Sharingan flared to life, and his fists clenched in anticipation.
Boom!
A thunderous impact echoed across the half-finished bridge. The air buzzed with the sounds of combat—flesh meeting flesh, sharp grunts of pain, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground.
Tazuna, startled by the sudden commotion, bolted forward. His breath hitched when he saw his coworkers sprawled across the floor, groaning in pain.
"What the hell is going on?!" Tazuna yelled, his voice rising in panic. "What happened?!"
His eyes darted between the unconscious workers and the scattered tools, signs of a struggle evident all around. His heart pounded against his ribs.
Meanwhile, at Tazuna's house...
A soft breeze rolled through the small home, rustling the curtains. The morning air felt still—too still.
At the door, two shadowy figures loomed. Their grins stretched wide as they tightened their grips around the hilts of their swords. Their eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation.
Inside, Tsunami hummed as she busied herself, unaware of the danger just beyond the door.
"Inari! Give me a hand!" She called out, expecting only a mundane response.
"I'll be right there, Mom!" Inari shouted as he rushed toward her, his small feet pattering against the wooden floor.
The two intruders exchanged a glance. Their twisted smiles widened.
Clang! Clang!
The sharp ring of steel against wood echoed through the small house as the doors were sliced apart, sending splinters flying across the floor.
Tsunami whipped around, eyes widening in horror at the two men who had barged into her home. Their weapons gleamed under the dim light, their cruel smirks sending a chill down her spine.
One of them, a tall, lanky man wearing a beanie, stepped forward, his blade resting lazily on his shoulder. His eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at her.
"Are you Tazuna's daughter?" He asked in a voice dripping with mock politeness.
Tsunami instinctively took a step back.
"Sorry, lady," The beanie-wearing thug continued, tilting his head. "But you're coming with us…"
Meanwhile, Inari was in the bathroom washing his hands when he heard the two sounds and immediately rushed over.
"Mom!"
"Don't come out! Get out of here, quick!" Tsunami screamed, fearing for Inari's safety.
"What's with you brat?!"
"Shall we take him, too?"
"One hostage is fine."
Hostage...?!
Tsunami's body froze, a shiver running down her spine as she instinctively stepped in front of Inari, shielding him with her trembling arms.
The air in the room felt heavy, and suffocating, as the two intruders loomed over them, their cruel eyes gleaming with malice.
The man wearing an eye patch let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping against the hilt of his blade.
"Then… shall we just kill him?" He mused, his grin stretching wider as he slowly unsheathed his sword.
The metallic rasp of steel filled the air, sending a bolt of terror through Tsunami's chest.
"No!" She gasped, her voice cracking with panic.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she instinctively reached out.
"Wait!"
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Back at the Bridge
A thick mist rolled over the bridge, swallowing everything in a white haze. Visibility dropped rapidly. The air became heavy, almost suffocating.
Kakashi's lone visible eye narrowed. He tensed as his instincts screamed at him.
"Sasuke! Sakura! Naruto! They're coming!" He barked, dropping into a defensive stance in front of Tazuna.
The words had barely left his mouth before four figures materialized from the mist—four identical Zabuza clones.
Sasuke's lips curled into a smirk. A chill of excitement ran through him as his Sharingan spun violently. His fingers twitched. His blood pumped with anticipation.
"I'm trembling with… excitement."
In an instant, Sasuke vanished.
Fwip!
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
A heartbeat later, the four Zabuza clones collapsed in a spray of water, each one cut down in a single fluid motion.
Sasuke reappeared a few meters away, a satisfied look in his eyes.
Zabuza chuckled darkly, unfazed by the destruction of his clones. "Oh? He could see through my water clones."
Kakashi's gaze flickered toward the masked figure standing beside Zabuza. His voice dropped into a cold murmur.
"Well, well… it seems my prediction was right on the money…"
His eyes locked onto the distinct hunter-nin mask.
Sasuke, however, turned his attention to Naruto.
He had sensed them coming long before Kakashi did.
Just how strong is he…?
Tazuna's voice shook as he stared at the two figures standing amidst the mist. His grip on his tools tightened as he muttered,
"So the 'Elite Shinobi of the Hidden Mist' thing was… a bald-faced lie."
Zabuza let out a low chuckle before giving his order.
"Haku, take this brat on a one-on-one."
Then, his gaze darkened as he added,
"But be careful of the yellow-haired kid."
Haku gave a small nod before his figure blurred.
Whoosh!
He became a twisting whirlwind, slicing through the mist, closing in on Sasuke in the blink of an eye.
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